Tweens

Monday my baby turned 10, that age when you are not a kid but still like to play and not a teenager but wish you were. We had 5 girls join her for a Spa Party, complete with appointment cards (the teenager part). The girls changed into robes and I played a CD of relaxing music. My mom and best friend helped me out with managing the beauty stations. We each took two girls at our station. My best friend manned the avocado/yogurt facials with cucumbers for their eyes. My mom kept the foot baths going and I helped them make foam flip flops. After 1.5 hours, all of the girls had been thoroughly pampered. The other adults escaped and I set up the food.

After food, gifts and cake, it was time for manicures and pedicures. Since I was alone, I used their appointments to take the girls one at a time. We put on a movie, but they were really just all over the house. I painted 80 nails over the next 2 hours. Then it was time for me to clean up and get the room ready for a sleepover. For the next hour, the girls played hide-and-seek (the kid part). Calming them down was no easy task. By 1 a.m. everyone was finally settled, but in 3 different rooms.

As I drifted to sleep, I thought about the previous 9 hours. These were good friends and good girls. They didn't act like it was unusual to pray over supper and one even volunteered to do the honors.  They listened, they minded and there were no major disagreements. They had fun.

Psalm 144:11-12 Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners...That our daughters may be as pillars, sculptured in palace style.

My baby woke me at 6:52 a.m. to tell me she was about to turn 10. We watched the clock turn to 6:53. I gave her a hug and told her to go back to sleep. It wasn't long until the house was buzzing again.